"scar tissue"
its cadence broke where skin forgets
— a calcified perimeter of white.
It wears the vigilant malice of oaks,
Concealing bone beneath creaking armour,
A mask smelted slowly in the forge of light
To keep its soft, interior beast from harm or
Unwelcome touch; a shell grown tight and stark,
Dividing living tissue from dark forces.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 18th, 2026 06:35
- Category: Reflection
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This feels like a damn strong meditation on the body turning armor against the world. The calcified shell is especially effective, making protection feel both necessary and tragicβsafe inside, but cut off from touch.
True, that, Thomas. That is really spot on. Thanks so much my friend. ππ»ποΈ
a good tight write, much enjoyed
Thanks dear friend ππ»ποΈ
most welcome
Vivid and visceral the images are amazing and metaphoric at the same time. Marks of past battles, badges of honor and tatoos of suffering and pain. Fortified protections against further attack and vulnerability. The malis of oaks that is that dark beast. Is vengeance its name? Lovely write Cryptic and a fave
Thank you, Soren. It was most fulfilling composition. πποΈ
Most welcome friend
The battle ended, but sometimes peace brings a bigger battle, the battle of mind.
Unconsciously we protect ourselves to the point of fortifying our life.
Yes! That is an excellent extension. And the protective mechanism is active and real. πποΈ
Reminds me of the Simon and Garfunkel song :
'I am a Rock'.
Just attached the video link to that song. Thanks, Kevin. πποΈ
arqios, this renders healing as a complex act of fortification. The body survives by hardening its boundary, yet that protection also separates the vulnerable interior from future contact...visceral, layered, and beautifully crafted. πΉπ€ππ―οΈπ¦ββ¬
Playing catch-ups now that I've got a bit of time. Thank you , Tittu.
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